If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
Ha! for a divine and lordly manor, there is nothing like solid ground.
The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!
A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.
Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.